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- Drawings here function (as I assume everywhere else) like dreams: they embody wish fulfillments. One dreams about what one does not have or solutions to deadlocks we face in the light of the world. Flowers figure heavily in drawings here. The flora in Baghdad is sparse. Save the rows of perennials that line monuments and palaces, Iraqis have no access to flowers. The weather doesn't help, limiting the natural growth of dandelions and wild morning glories. But nature is such a poor excuse. So is civilization.
- Omer is the brother to Abeer, son to Amal, the painter, whose landscape was the first art purchase I made in Baghdad.
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